"The sword is not true, and the sword is not formal. Song Si's mind was infinitely looping this sentence, not knowing what it meant, or if it was a mystery.

In the infinite loop of this sentence, Song Si began to have a little faint consciousness.

Horses' hooves clatter, the sound of wheels, this carriage? Song Sixing turned around, found himself in the carriage, coughed a few times, slowly sat up, lifted the curtain, and wanted to see who was outside the car.

"Dao Chief, you wake up! I call the dog, a few days ago, a Dao Commander asked me to send you to Beijing, you can rest in it, I am a full-time coachman who debuted in Shandong, and I can drive steadily. ”

Song Si smiled, this coachman is indeed very stable in driving the car. I heard that this coachman should be in his twenties, simple and sophisticated, which makes people feel good.

"Yes. Song Si responded, ready to close his eyes to heal.

Recalling the events before he fell into a coma, Chunyang Adong, who had never known him, saved him, and maybe they could meet again one day, Song Si decided that he must find a chance to repay him at that time.

As for the words that have always come to mind: "The sword is not real, and the sword is not formal." Song Si didn't understand, what is a sword, true or not, non-formal, or sword true, non-real, sword-shaped, non-formal, it seems to make some sense, but Song Si just doesn't understand what this means.

Is the sword technique? The ancient jade left to him by the third senior brother Feng Wuji could it be that the jade slip that was rumored to record the cultivation of the true sword technique? However, when he woke up, the jade slip had disappeared and there was no way to find it.

Could it really be the same as in the novels I saw in my previous life, it would burrow into my mind or something? Thinking of this, Song Si closed his eyes, wanting to try to visualize his own mind to see if there was really that jade slip.

It's a pity that Song Si tried many times, but it only made his brain groggy, and the legendary mind couldn't see it at all, let alone look for the jade slip.

Helpless, Song Si could only continue to heal, after all, his current injuries were too serious. The pills in the storage bag had been used up, so Song Si could only take some rare herbs and use his true qi to repair the injuries in his body.

After another half a month, Song Si arrived safely all the way to the ancestral court of the Longmen sect of the Jingshi - Baiyun Temple.

"Huh..." Goudan stopped the carriage on one side and helped Song Si out of the carriage.

This is also quite a helpless thing, one is that the dog is kind-hearted, thinking that Song Si is a seriously injured old Taoist and must be supported to be proper; the other is that Song Si has only slightly repaired the muscles and veins of his whole body so far, and his skills have not recovered for half of his strength, and he can't walk normally.

Tang Shixuan and He Shizhen, two disciples of the Longmen Gate, saw an old Taoist with a childish face and stepped out of the carriage with the help of him, and said in his heart that this was a master of the Daomen, and hurriedly stepped forward to greet him: "Fusheng Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable! I don't know who Chang came to visit in Baiyun Temple, we can go and report." ”

"Fusheng Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable! Poor Dao Song Si, come to visit Liang Xingyang Dao Chief. Song Si replied.

"It turned out to be Song Si's senior, please come in first! The family teacher can mention you many times, I am Shi Zhen, this is the junior brother Shi Xuan, Xingyang Zhenren is the family teacher, I will go to Tong Yu now. After that, He Shizhen left Shixuan to receive Song Si, and quickly ran into the view to report.

"Senior sister, where are you going in a hurry?" Shi Ming asked when he saw Shi Zhen rushing into the courtyard and put down the cricket grass in his hand.

"I'm looking for the master!" Shi Zhen rushed into the main hall without looking back, rushed out again in the blink of an eye, came to Shi Ming, took her hands and asked, "Little sister Shi Ming, where did the old man go?"

"Hmph, tell you to run fast, the master is talking to all the uncles and uncles in the Yunji Garden. Shiming said.

"Little junior sister is so good, I'll ask Shixuan to help you catch more crickets another day. Shi Zhen thanked him, touched the little sister's head, and rushed to Yunji Garden.

"That's pretty much it. Shiming showed two sweet dimples on his face, and after seeing his senior sister leave, he continued to squat down and play with the crickets.

"Song Daoyou, you're finally here! Please, please!" Liang Xingyang and the other brothers and sisters who were discussing the Tao heard that Song Si was coming, and immediately came to the front hall to greet Song Si.

"Song Daoyou, please!" Many Taoists from the Longmen sect saluted and welcomed Song Si.

Song Si felt the warmth that he had not felt for a long time, perhaps this was because he was also from the Northern Sect of Daomen.

"Song Daoyou, what are your injuries?" Liang Xingyang saw that Song Si was in a very bad state, and it was clear that he was seriously injured and had not healed strongly, and he used his true qi to guide the injury on top of the injury. In this case, at least he will be deprived of his martial arts, or at worst he will be paralyzed or even die, which makes him very worried about Song Si.

Song Si smiled faintly: "It's okay for the time being, don't worry about fellow Daoists, Poor Dao is here to ask for a Su Wu grass to save people." ”

"Su Wucao?" said the head of the Longmen sect, "But when the patriarch of this sect, Changchun Zhenren, traveled west to Mobei, he brought Su Wucao from Genghis Khan?"

"Exactly!"

The head of the Dragon Sect pondered for a moment and then said, "Fifty years ago, the great sage of the Confucian Sect, Yi Shuitu, visited the sect and took away six Su Wu grasses. Now there are still three plants left in the door, you help us find the ancestor dust, this door should return a favor to Taoist friends, and later this door will give back two Taoist friends, in order to make every thin. ”

"Thank you. ”

"Teach the great good!"

After that, the head of the Dragon Sect directly turned around and entered the inner hall, but after a moment, he took a golden silk sandalwood box, and after opening it, two Su Wu grasses wrapped in yellow brocade could be seen in the box.

Song Si took Su Wucao and thanked him again.

"Song Daoyou, your injuries are extremely serious, if you want to recover, I am afraid that you need some rare heavenly and earthly treasures, and now that the end of the law is coming, many spiritual objects have become extinct in Shenzhou, Daoyou want to find it again, you need to enter the Kunlun Void Realm. The head of the Dragon Sect paused: "The Dragon Sect will settle some grievances with the Southern Sect in the near future, and it will enter the Kunlun Void Realm in three months, and then if the Daoist friends are interested, they can go with us." ”

The Longmen faction wanted to protect him from entering the Kunlun Void Realm, and Song Si felt a warmth in his heart: "Thank you for your kindness, Su Wucao has been obtained, and the poor Dao still needs to save people first." ”

Liang Xingyang said: "It's getting late today, Daoist friends will rest here for one night for the time being, and it's not too late to leave tomorrow." ”

"Thank you!"

The night crept in, and the moon slowly rose, casting a silvery white and swaying shadow in the courtyard, like aquatic plants in the water.

Song Si put on a cotton robe, walked out of the courtyard, looked at the moonlight on the ground, and thought thoughtfully.

"The sword is not true, and the sword is not formal. What does that mean?"

Suddenly, there was a faint sound of footsteps on the roof, no killing intent, no murderous aura. Song Si put down his hand to press the sword, looked up, and saw a white-haired Taoist man jumping off the roof.

"Ahem, the moonlight is nice today. This Taoist friend was invited, and the poor road came out of the dust. Izumi patted the dust on his robe and continued: "I heard what Daoist friends said about whether the sword is true or not, and the sword shape is not shaped, and I feel very interesting, so I came down." ”

"Poor Dao Song Si, Daoist friends are invited. I don't understand the meaning of this sentence, so I often think about it. ”

"The sword is not real, the sword is real and it is not real, the sword is not formal, the form of the sword is like this, and it is not like this. If we were limited to such a surface, we would be wound in. The famous grandson Longzi of the hundred schools of thought is famous for the theory of white horses and non-horses, and the puzzles encountered by Taoist friends today are roughly similar to this. The predicate is the form, the form is not the class, the predicate is classified, the class is not the form. Izuku said with a smile.

When Song Si heard this, he bowed down and bowed: "Thank you seniors for your advice." ”

"No need to be polite, I'll help you today, and you'll do three things for me another day. Izuku smiled mysteriously, jumped softly, jumped onto the roof, and disappeared.

"Senior, what are the three things?" Song Si asked in a loud voice.

"Hahaha, when Kunlun Realm sees me, it will naturally know. "The voice of the dust is faint, and it is already far away.

Song Si looked up at Lang Lang Mingyue, sat down on the ground, closed his eyes and settled down.

"The sword is not true, and the sword is not formal. Sure enough, this sentence sounded in my head again.

"The sword is the sword, the form is the form, the truth and the wrong, the form and the like are not the same. Song Si's heart was like stopping water, and he responded with his thoughts.

Song Si felt a burst of clarity and etherealism, and it seemed that infinite information was emerging, which made his brain swell, and he couldn't bear it for a while, and suddenly his seven orifices bled and he fainted.

"Oh, no, no, no! Song Daochang fainted again! Come on, people......" The dog ran out in a hurry, helped Song Si and yelled, and suddenly, the dog Dan's mournful shout alarmed the entire Baiyun Temple.